NIGHT

And who was the lass behind her tracksuit's design? NIGHT had wanted to know that the last time she visited Simmone's store, then found out that they were uncomfortable with taking requests at all. Funny. What was the point of making clothes (that were amazing, by the way) to sell if they weren't available for custom fit? As much as she'd wanted to place her order through the merchant as best as she could with her (limited) persuasion skills, she figured it would be best to check the shop directly. It had a sign on the door. "Go away", it said. Well, more power to her for enteri

[28/8/20] Two pieces of equipment, but custom made rather than standard pieces she'd have in the store. Some people preferred the individuality of pieces, and NIGHT couldn't blame them, knowing the value in having personalized items herself. "One moment," she'd told them, stepping away from her post and hopping over her low counter, picking at the last pieces of materials she'd gotten, alongside the customer's payment. --Thank goodness she had enough. The moment the Quartz piece was forged, she'd packed it up in a nice bundle of paper, before sliding the two squares over to the other

There'd been multiple equipment pieces on display in Freyd's shop, as far as NIGHT could recall from the last time she'd visited it. Whilst her visit had been brief the other day, she decided that another visit down to his hideout wouldn't hurt. A quick gander was all she needed, out of curiosity and interest, and there was always the slightest chance that one of the pieces would fulfill the short shopping list she'd stored away at the back of her mind. His wares didn't seem to disappoint. Three pieces of light armor, each marked with a case of Holy Blessing. How was his customer to choos